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CHEMAWA
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P r in t e d a t C h e m a w a , O re g o n , a n d D e v o te d to t h e In t e r e s t s o f I n d i a n E d u c a tio n
ol. XXX
Wednesday, April 24, 1929
DB. B A Y LYMAN W ILBUR
Secretary of the Interior
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Dr. Ray Lyman Wilbur, newly appointed Secretary
of the Interior, was born at Boonesboro, Iowa, April
13, 1875. He graduated from Stanford University
with the degree of A. B. in 1896, receiving his master’s
degree the following year, and the degree of M. D.
from Cooper Medical College, San Fransisco, in 1899.
From 1903 to 1904 he was a student at Frankfort-on-
the-Main and at London, and from 1909 to 1910 at the
University of Munich. He received the degree of
LL. D. from the University of California in 1919, from
the University of Arizona in the same year, and from
the University of Pennsylvania in 1925. Syracus
University gave him the degree of Sc. D. in 1924.
Doctor Wilbur has been an instructor in physiology,
assistant professor of physiology, professor of medi­
cine, dean of the Medical School, and president of
Stanford University, and a lecturer at Cooper Medical
College. He was chief of the conservation division of
the United States Food Administration in 1917; mem­
ber of the California State Council of defense, 1917;
regional educational director, Students’ Army Train-
GENERAL U. S. GRANT
Continued from last issue
Mrs. Sheffield, wife of Sergeant Sheffield, gives the
following word pictures of Vancouver: “ Vancouver
was then a very small hamlet. My first impression of
Vancouver was a dreary one and a feeling of home­
sickness came over me. But when we reached the
garrison and I had a view of the grand old Columbia
River and the snow-clad peaks of Mt. St. Helens,
Mt. Adams and Mt. Hood, looking like great sentries,
I felt as if I could battle with the pioneer life of a
new country. Life at Vancouver in 1852 and for
several years later was of a very simple and primitive
sort. Luxuries were not to be had and the necessities
of life were costly. The long, rainy winter of 1852-
53 came to an end at last, and everybody that could,
began preparing gardens. We hungered for yegeta-
bles and watched eagerly their growth. Captain Grant
leased a tract of land, situated about a mile from the
post, along the Columbia river, intending to raise
a crop of potatoes on part of it, and seed the remain­
der to oats. Grant ploughed the ground and planted
that portion of it nearest the river with potatoes. Pass­
ing this field one day, in the early spring I saw Captain
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ing Corps, District No. 11, 1918; president of the
California State Conference of Social Agencies, 1919;
Council of Social and Health Agencies, San Francisco,
1922—1925; vice president of the San Francisco Com­
munity Chest; delegate to the Sixth Pan American
Conference in Habana, 1928; a member of the State
Park Commission of California; and has been since
1923 a trustee of the Rockefeller Foundation.
Doctor Wilbur is a fellow of the American Associa­
tion for the advancement of Science; member of the
American Academy of Medicine, of which he was presi­
dent 1912—1913, American Medical Association coun­
cil on medical education and hospitals, of which he was
president 1923—1924; Association of American Medi­
cal Colleges, of which he was president in 1924; Cali­
fornia Academy of Medicine, ofwhich he was president
1917—1918; Phi Beta Kappa and Xi Societies. He has
been chairman since 1924 of the medical council of
tihe United States Veterans’ Bureau; chairman since
1925 of the Institute of Pacific Relations, Honolulu;
and chairman of the executive committee, Survey of
Race Relations on the Pacific Coast;
Grant, with his trousers tucked in his boots, sowing
oats broadcast from a sheet tied about his neck and
shoulders. Captain Grant worked thus in hope of
realizing a profit from his crop which would enable
him to bring his wife and family out to live with him.
His pay as Captain wasn’t sufficient to pay his own ex­
penses, and this was the cause of his farming venture.
It was however a sad failure; the river overflowed and
killed most of his potatoes and the remainder were
sold at a low price. Every farmer tempted by the high
prices of the previous year had planted a large acreage
and the supply was ten times greater then the demand;
potatoes glutted the market and sold for a song. ’ ’
Grant boaided with Mrs. Sheffield and again she
tells us: “ Captain Grant was very fond of beef a-la-
niode, and he took great pains in instructing the cook
how to prepare it. He was very fond of wild game,
and whenever we had any, he would put it in a bucket
and let it hang in the well for three or four days before
it was cooked. I remember one day a farmer brought
to the house a large swan that had been killed. The
Captain was delighted with it, and it also went into
the well, and hung there for several days. He said he
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